Love At First Kick

30

'How are you feeling?' I ask Jimin as we're lying on his bed

It's Friday. The tournament is tomorrow. It was our last training session before the competition. He's been stressing out quite a bit this week, although he tried to hide it. If I didn't know him that well, I wouldn't notice that either.

'And I mean honestly.' I add

He sighs heavily. 'I'm nervous. I have a lot of fights to go through. I just hope not to get exhausted before I get a chance to fight for the medal. '

It is a lot of fighting. Each fight has 3 rounds. Each round is 2 minutes with 30 second breaks between. That is 18 rounds for him to get gold.
But to even get a chance for the bronze, he needs to win 3 fights. Combine all of that with an early waking up, with being in the gym all day, with losing weight... You get exhausted easily.

'I know it's a lot of fighting, but I know you can do this.' He doesn't seem like he's convinced

'Alright.' I sigh, then push him down, getting on top of him, straddling him. He finally looks at me. I smile, then lean over him. I kiss him on the cheek, and he smiles.
'I believe in you. I know you can do this. Knowing you, you will knock most of them out anyway, so it won't be 18 rounds.' He chuckles a bit

'I'll always be surprised by your blind fate in me.' He sighed, but he smiled

'It's not blind fate. I've been watching you for years. Put my feelings aside for this. You are absolutely amazing. There is a reason why you are wanted for the national team.' I tell him

'I suppose you have a point.' He smiles, pulling me in for a hug. I was just laying on his chest, sitting on him. Felt like a baby being cradled.

'We are getting in there together. You promised.' I remind him

'I know. We will. I'll keep my promise. I know I'm nervous now, but come fight time, I'll be ready.' He says, stroking my hair.

I slide my hand under his shirt, passing over his abs. He flinched as he didn't expect it. I never did this before. I know I saw him shirtless, but he is actually so hard. I can't see, only feel, but I can feel every muscle on his torso under the palm of my hand.

I start pulling his shirt up, revealing his perfect body, biting my lip looking at him.

'What's going on?' He asks, completely surprised, but he doesn't stop me

'For good luck.' I say, pulling his shirt all the way up

'Should I-'

'Yes, please.' I cut him off

He sits up, pulling his shirt off over his head. Even the way he takes off the shirt is incredibly sexy. He lays back down, looking up at me. I was a bit too preoccupied, staring at his chiseled body to notice anything else.

I run my hand up and down his chest, trying to find a soft spot to leave a mark.
'You kind of ruined my plans.' I tell him

'I don't even know what's going on?' He giggles

'I wanted to mark you for good luck, but there is not a single soft spot on you. It looks like you're fucking photoshopped!' I complain, but it's everything opposite of complaining

He starts laughing at me, giving his gorgeous eye smile along with his melodic laughter.
'Is that good or bad?' He asks

'Good because I get to touch you. Bad because I just want you 100 times more.'

'I'm happy to help with the problem you have.' He sits up, pulling me on himself. He puts one arm on my back and the other one in my hair at the back of my head.
Before I even said anything, he pulled my head to the side and pulled me closer to himself. His lips connected to my neck, leaving kisses wherever he could reach. His strong arms were holding me firmly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer. I was gasping for air already, and all he did was kiss my neck. The hand he had on my back started going lower, sliding on my ass as he gripped it. Another gasp leaves my mouth. I can feel a certain part of him growing harder as well.